Other Christmas Mothers
Jan 3rd, 2008 by John
The Other Christmas Mothers
by
John W Frye
Whispers in dark shadows,
Mothers gossip, angry at Mary’s son.
Illegitimate from the start, they say,
Grieving for dead sons, their own little ones.
What child is this?! Conceived in sin?
Astrologers travel far to offer gifts.
Herod’s guard swing bloodied swords,
Infants die as wild-eyed mothers scream.
What child is this?!
Whose child is this?!
Mary’s boy, alive little boy.
Why still living amidst our dead?
Angel visits cannot comfort
These mothers’ bitter grief,
Shared in deep shadows,
Darkened by innocents’ death.
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I’m loving the branch out into poetry. I like the poem because it makes me think about Christmas in a different way.
After the Blackbird Sings/Asleep at the Wheel,
Thanks for the affirmation about the poetry. We discover some more rugged truths when we think “differently” about Christmas.
BTW, I don’t like math either
No wonder they did not recieve him in his own town. It truly would have been hard.
WOW! you’re really good at poetry, John…you should write and post poetry more often
-jeremy
Former Leader,
I doubt we truly grasp how hard it was for Joseph who would be viewed as a failed “righteous one,” Jesus would be seen as a *mamzer* (illegitimate/bastard) and Mary’s morality questioned (as seen in Joseph’s plan to put her away (break the betrothal) quietly. All this in a shame-based culture!
Jeremy,
Thanks for the high-five on the poetry. I have loved poetry most of my life. I’ve got some poems stored away in my data files.